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outlawz - ghetto gutta lyrics

(feat. edi/kastro)

edi (talking)
c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon… smoke it
outlawz c’mon… yea… blood brothers c’mon
intoduction to the outlaw lifestyle
blood brothers ya know
hit the weed, get the drank
edi… kastro… load up, put one in
outlaw recordz… please respect it
here we go

[edi]
introduction to the outlawz lifestyle
get the weed, get the drank
turn the lights down
bang ya hood
show ya tatts
let them n-gg-z know
they crossed the m-th-f-ckin’ line
and now they gotta go
im with my family and i’m finna’ light it
f-ck yall n-gg-z
i cant see a d-mn thang but us dog
makaveli lives and sh-t i’m the f-ckin proof
2nd generation thug life
who is you?
hood to hood… outlaw please respect it
we them n-gg-z gettin’ helix
when it get hectic
well trained, smell game from a mile away
get the b-tch to the hide away right away
edi – i – like a thief in the night
i rock her to sleep
i put my piece thru the light
we breathe thru the light
and we the strength for the strong
keepin’ it going
yall m-th-f-ckas hate cause you know
here we go

kastro (chorus)
i been a straight gutta n-gg- for all my life
so… ghetto sh-t is all i like
like loud mouth ho’s
foul mouth folks
up 3 days straight
thuggin’ in the same clothes
we scr-p for a living
trapped in this prison
we take money-money
without asking permission
our hearts pump thug sh-t
our blood drip fire
the life of an outlaw
for swears to admire

[kastro]
the butchery, gun talk and money moves
the prophecy for young thugs is born to loose
walk in my shoes
if you can you’s a man
two hands on ya b-lls
these squares can’t understand
daddy… raised me crazy
and now i’m worst
down thursty for thug money
i guess i’m cursed
who woulda’ knew… that…
when the kid got big
i’d be thugged out without giving a sh-t
i spit dues
appears to me no school
follow the leader
i’ll lead ya
we will not loose
im from a rotten deck
from my cards i gotta stoppin’ tek
no sweat… i demand respect
and respect you take
you walk lightly, politely
i do what’s not right
like? spike lee
ain’t n-body like me
no need to look
im down hard
i die hard
i think i’m hooked

kastro (chorus)
i been a straight gutta n-gg- for all my life
so… gutta sh-t is all i like
like loud mouth ho’s
foul mouth folks
up 3 days straight
thuggin’ in the same clothes
we scr-p for a living
trapped in this prison
we take money-money
without asking permission
our hearts pump thug sh-t
our blood drip fire
the life of an outlaw
for swears to admire

[edi ]
we… settin’ up shop? pac til the death of me
i hear ya back up in my head
dont have to pressure me
elevation, preparation
’bout to take this over
’bout to get a face in this game
im mase over
tired of n-gg-z giving me the same run around
you sellin’ c-ke, shootin’ the block
you’s a rapper pow
n-gg- please spare me all the details
me and mine gon’ ball or see h-ll
will we fail? n-gg- neva’
i got a one shot deal
and dog it’s so real
im out here like whatever
i could pay these bills or shoot to kill
cause gutta sh-t is all i like
b-mp a b-tch in the day
and we f-ckin’ at night (yeah)
ghetto sh-t is all i love
over packed clubs
and oversized dub’s (sh-t)
22’s, money rules in the life we lead
lifestyle of an outlaw. o.g

ghetto sh-t, gutta sh-t n-gg-

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